Division enabled

the past enabled

early smiles honest and true

gentle thoughts and words

was that really me

I laughed with the sun

I swooned with the moon and stars

gentle sleep and dreams

was that really me

with the dawn came dark

doubt shadows my every whim

tears heavy and cold

is that really me

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #279

Prompt – Was that really me?


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Published by Eugi

"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." - Robert Frost

32 thoughts on “Division enabled

    1. I’m so glad you liked it, Punam. The pic was taken in Blue Ridge, Georgia, and the tree has since been removed. But, during our visits to the area, I remember the tree when it was full of beautiful green leaves, however, it still had that same shape. I found it most interesting and thought maybe it was struck by lightning.

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  1. Sometimes it feels, quite, unreal when we looked back at our, past selves, because we are, living in the, present, stuck, and, it felt, unreal, recalling our states of mind, our lives, from, before…

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  2. I would like to hope as we get older we know more about who we are… not like teen angst. Which reminded me of some folks who would say they knew me better than I knew myself – I just didn’t think that was possible. 😉

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  3. May I say Eugi a “Kick A$$” poem!!
    I related 150%….on so many levels. The tree photo speaks to me also. How sometimes I feel split into 2 seperate identities depending on who I am around.
    Thank you for another stunning poem ❤
    {{{hugs}}} Sherri-Ellen (BellaSita Mum) & purrss BellaDharma

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